Pietro Polendina Novels & Stories

Demetrio’s pov His name was Danilo Bianchi, the older brother of Penelope’s late husband, aged sixty-one, a retired construction worker, a husband and father of three, grandfather of four. His relationship with his late brother was nonexistent. He’d basiCellie ignored the existence of the younger Bianchi and his family until he died.

I ruminated and tried remembering where I had seen that face before. “Hi, Maria,” he smirked. I narrowed my eyes. I just remembered it was Romero, the guy who met me at the mall some months back to help him out with the ingredients and how to make Ribollita. “This is my Brother, Pietro. The second son of the Vincenzos” Dante whiffed from behind. “Brother!” Dante hugged him. “Thank you for the Intro, Brother,” He smirked. I was lost. From a random Romero to Pietro, a made man and possibly one of the deadliest in Sicily? I surely was missing something and I knew it was something huge…

Dante: “The fucking bastard bought Mikhail’s shares, and had him as his CEO, or in other words, puppet; that means, that we are now partners with Giovanni and Mattia, while working with a puppet of the two bastards” Leonardo said, handing me the file that just arrived “and it doesn’t seem like Mikhail would withdraw on any of his shares now that he has Giovanni by his side” “The man is sick” I said, watching as Aurora sat down to look at the two of us.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

VICTORIA Lorenzo wouldn’t be riding with me. The inhibitors were barely taking the edge off. Before the door shut, Dr. Pietro said goodbye to me. "I’ll be coming to your city to study the Luna Nera drug in the Greco labs, and I’ll be personally involved in your case. I hope to see you doing much better very soon," he said, squeezing my hand through the open car window. Honestly, I was really grateful to him, despite the strange way we’d met.

he said and while she looked at him curiously, he retrieved a similar ring he had given her to wear before- Silver with dots of sparkling blue. "This is a replacement." he said. "It's a special order. And it's very expensive. You cannot find this in any store because it's special. Look closely." She saw the engraving of the letters POD. She stared at him wondering what the letters meant. "D for Donovan." he explained. "P. O for point one. When you wear it, you wear my mark. Do not lose it again. Understand?" "Yes." "Considering the trouble you're in, I don't think that answer was for me, do you?"

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

I didn’t want to say no to her if she wanted to train, but what I would give if it were anyone but Danni. “Will you three be joining us today?” Richie calls out, “We have an odd number if someone would like to team up with Derek?” Derek is in his mid 30’s and has a mate and two kids. He has been with the unit since he was 18, and his son is just a year younger than Danni. He’s not a bad bloke, a little hot-headed at times, but he’s a good bloke to have on the squad. He was nearly the same height and build as me, but I was stronger, given the Alpha blood running through my veins.